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Owning the Whore
     
     The sight made Ian do a double take.  It wasn’t a
particularly warm autumn evening, even he was wearing a long
sleeve shirt and jeans when out walking Arny, his black lab,
and Ian was known for being one of those perpetually hot
people – nothing heavier then a sweatshirt in the dead of a
winter storm.
     
     And yet this girl had on a t shirt rolled all the way
up to just below her small tits and a skirt that seemed
nothing more then a strip of tight cloth around her hips.
Her hips!  If it was lighter out, Ian was sure he could see
the very tip of her panties sneaking out the bottom, they
were so short.  Open-toes, high-as-hell heeled shoes
completed the look.  Bleached blond hair, straight down her
shoulders – he guessed she would have some heavy make-up on,
too, but it was too dark to see even with the streetlights
that dotted the streets of the development. She didn’t even
look cold, but then, she also had her two companions pretty
much draped across her, bumping as much of their bodies
across hers as they could.

     Two young black kids, wearing heavy winter coats that
hung down to their knees, no doubt concealing shirts that
were too long and jeans that were too loose – that seemed to
be the trend theses days, Ian had noticed, in the kids that
walking around his neighborhood.  Wasn’t a look he liked,
but for the high-school crowd – well, he was sure what he
wore back in those days wouldn’t suite the modern student.
To each generation, their own look.  The boys were looked a
bit older then the girl, one being a tall, lean youth, maybe
18, and the other, a husky kid, but solid, at most 16.

     Which, by Ian’s estimates, made the girl 14 or 15.  He
wondered, briefly, how her parents let her out of the house
looking like that.  Then, giving the parents the benefit of
the doubt, decided that she probably didn’t leave the house
looking that way, but shred some clothing once she left the
door.

     He had thought that he was being a least a little
discreet in his stares, or at least discreet enough to be
missed, the boys’ attentions so focused on the girl.  It
seemed, however, that he was wrong.

     “What the fuck you looking at?”  The younger one, it
seemed, was a bit more bold and confrontational.

     Arny titled his head as he peered at them.  He wasn’t
the brightest of dogs, but he loved everyone.  Being yelled
at confused him greatly.  Ian shook his head, “Nothing.”

     “What, you got a problem?”  The kid took a step, trying
to act intimidating.  He wasn’t really, but the last thing
Ian wanted was a scene in the middle of the street in his
development.

     “No, no problem.  Just admiring the scenery,” Ian said,
acting nonchalant and passive.

     And though pacifying the boy, his words perked the
girls ears.  She took a step away from her entourage and
struck a bit of a pose, showing off her less-then-fully
clothed young body for him.  “So, what do you think?  You
like?”

     She was teasing him, he knew, and most likely anything
he said would set something off with her boys.  It would be
smart to just nod and walk on.  And that’s what he was going
to do.

     But he just couldn’t.  “Very sexy,” Ian said, surprised
to hear himself say it.  His tone was dead on – light, and
yet serious with a touch of playful in it.  He wasn’t sure
how he managed it; he could never get the tone right when
talking to women his own age.

     The two boys were stunned.  Apparently this was not the
first time their female companion had pulled this little
stunt, but it was a first time they had gotten such results.
They were not sure how to deal.  She, however, was smiling
sweetly, seductively, and strolled a bit closer, making sure
to wiggle her body as she walked.

     She spoke low.  “If you like me that much, I can go
home with you.  I’m not free, but you can use me any way you
like.”

     Arny was at her side in a moment, as she pent over to
pet the friendly lab while Ian decided.  His eyes drank in
her look – way too young for this to be okay.  And way to
hot for him to say no.  It was quickest moral struggle of
his life, and the one he was most excited about loosing.

     “Okay.”

     She turned at once, back to her boys.  “Sorry guys.
Some other night.  I’m going with a real man.”  And petting
Arny on the head, she added, “And his dog.”

     There was much cursing and swearing right then on the
street, but she took Ian’s arm in her own and started
leading him back the way she came.  “Name is Claire, by the
way.”

     “Ian.”

     “Nice to meet you.  Where do you live?  It’s fucking
cold as hell out here.”


               *         *         *         *

     “I’ll cut the crap and get right to prices,” Claire
said as soon as the front door closed.  “Five for a handjob,
ten for a blow; I’m a nice girl: I let you cum how you want.
On my face, on my tits, make me swallow – all the same.
Twenty for the pussy; I’m no virgin, but I’m not on the
pill, either, so if you pick the cunt, you wrap your pack.”

     Ian couldn’t believe his ears.  First, he had figured a
young girl whore could make a lot of money fucking perverts
like him, so the cost seemed very low.  Second, for some
reason, listening to her list of her prices was complete
turning him on.  It felt very wrong to be so horny for her,
which made him want her even more.  He was no strange to sex
and lust, but Ian had never wanted someone more in his
entire life then he wanted to fuck this girl right now.

     However, much to his dismay, he realized he didn’t have
any condoms in the house.  His last girlfriend had been on
the patch, and he hadn’t restocked his supply in the two
weeks since they broke up.  When he told her that, Claire
just shrugged.

     “You’re limited to mouth or ass, then.”

     “Ass?”

     “Yeah, you know.  Anal sex.”

     Ian laughed.  “I know what you meant.  You didn’t list
that price.”

     “Thirty bucks.”

     “Then thirty it is,” Ian said.  He reached for his
wallet, but she just shook her head.

     “Afterwards.  Oh, and I’m thirteen, by the way.  Still
up for it?”

     “Oh fuck yeah!”

     She grinned.  “Excellent!”

     Ian led her up to the bed room, both of them in a
frenzy as they ripped off their clothing and tossing the
articles carelessly to the floor.  Ian was amazed that she
seemed as eager for this as he was, and as soon as she was
naked, she was on her knees, admiring his cock.

     “I see you are ready to go!” she moaned, diving her
mouth down on his dick, taking it all in one swift motion
and then pulling back off.  “I like that.  I like it when a
guy’s just ready for it.”  She dove back down again, working
her mouth hard, building up a heft coat of saliva to slick
up Ian’s cock.

     After a few more plunges in and out, she was up off the
floor and on all fours on Ian’s bed, young her ass facing
him.  She seemed so small and fragile compared to all the
other women he had had on that bed, so lean and slim and
young – god, it was so exciting.  And the way wiggled her
butt at him, so enticing.  No one else had ever been so sexy
or seemed to want him so much.
     
     She shifted, letting her head and shoulders hold her
weight so that she could reach around and spread her ass-
cheeks, exposing the rosy bud of her anus.  She touched her
hole, moaning as she connected, and rubbed around in slow
circles.  “God, I want that cock of yours, Ian.  I want it
deep inside my ass.  Spit on my ass, get me wet so I can
take that fucking cock up my shitter.”
     
     Ian groaned with lust and stepped up to the bed.
Feeling so big and powerful, towering over her, he did as
she instructed and spit right into her ass crack.  She
squeened with joy as her fingers collected the glob and
spread it all over, even pushing a bit inside of her.  She
seemed to love it, and it had thrilled him to do it, so he
worked up another ball of saliva and spit on her again.  She
reacted with even more delight, and once applied, began to
finger her rear passage with her index finger, sliding it in
and out of her clutching anus with vigor.
     
     “I want it, Ian.  I need it.  Come, fuck my ass!”
     
     He couldn’t wait any longer.  He lunged for her,
grabbed her hips in his hands, and thrust.  He had done
girls up the butt before, and he had always gone slow, took
his time, made sure to be gentle, and used a gracious
helping of lube.  And yet, here, pure lust and animal desire
took over; minimal lubing at beast, and a very petite girl’s
ass was stabbed violently with his adult cock.  His first
thrust only got him in a few inches, but he pulled back and
thrust again, and again, driving deeper with each stab
until, at last, all of his length was inside of her.

     She had screamed the whole time, but cries of lust and
pleasure, not those of pain, and much to Ian’s surprise,
when he felt his thighs meet the soft flesh of her ass, it
was Claire that began to fuck against him, pumping her
little body for all she was worth against him.  Her ass
clung tight to his rod, squeezing him harder then any woman
ever before.  She fucked with such force and energy then any
other lover; as their rhythme came in time, the mad dash of
wild lust, Ian was near cumming already.  It was the fuck of
his life, and nothing before this had ever come close in
comparison.
     
     Claire was enjoying herself as well, if her shouts were
any indication.  She used her whole body, seeming to fall
forward and then heave herself back.  The sound of their
bodies slapping together mixed with Ian’s moans and Claire’s
unbridled words.  “Fuck me, fuck me!  Fuck my ass.   Oh god,
oh god! Oh GOD!!”  Her body shook as she screamed, and Ian
couldn’t help but think she was cumming herself as they
went, though her small body never slowed.
     
      In fact, she wanted more.  “God, fuck it.  Fuck it!
Harder, harder, harder, harder!”
     
     It was never hard enough, never fast enough, and as
they went, their sex kept climbing in velocity.  She seemed
to cum over and over again throughout it, but after each
orgasm, she just fucked him back even harder.  Ian had more
then enough energy to keep going, but he was amazed at how
her words actually spurred him on, faster and harder with
every thrust.
     
     “Oh god, I’m going to cum,” he said.
     
     “Cum in my ass!  Fill my shitter with your cum! MMMM,
yeah!  Cum in my ass!”
     
     Ian exploded.  He shoved his cock deep inside and just
unleashed his pent up desire deep inside of her.  His cock
jerked and spat, spewing his load; his word whirled around
his head, and for a few moments, there, he thought the
pleasure of it all would make him fall to the ground.
     
     Just as the last of his cum was emptying into her ass,
Claire pulled off Ian’s cock.  In a second she had spun and
was taking his dick into her mouth, sucking the cum from his
dick and cleaning off the taste of herself left on his
shaft.
     
     Ian was amazed she was sucking his dick right from her
ass, amazed and completely turned on by this dirty little
whore he had found.  She was looking up at him, a smile on
her face – or as much of one as she could have with a cock
in her mouth.  She sucked him for a while longer, her tongue
really working along his dick as she drank down the last of
his jism.
     
     “Mmmm, lovely,” she said when she finally sat back on
the floor, naked and staring up at him.  “How did I do?”
     
     “That was fucking incredible!”
     
     “Worth the thirty?”
     
     “Fuck yeah!”
     
     Her small hands began to play with her small, budding
breasts – they were barely a handful even for her.  She
teased and pinched at her nipples as she played, all the
while licking her lips and looking up at Ian.  “You don’t
quite look like you’re done yet,” she noted, her eyes
glancing down to his hard cock.  “Shall we have another go?”
     
     Ian nodded without even needing to consider it.
     
     “You want me to suck you off now, or do you want some
more ass?”
     
     
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     The doorbell rang at eight o’clock on the dot, and Ian
answered it, knowing full well it would be Claire, dressed
up in clothing ridiculously scant for this time of year.  It
had been the same the last four Thursdays – it was his
scheduled weekly appointment.
     
     The only surprise when he opened the door was that
Claire was fully naked on his doorstep.  She stood there,
posed, for several moments, letting him drink in the sight
of her naked body at his door.  Then she pushed in, chilled
out of her mind.
     
     “Hope you liked the little bonus,” she said.  “It’s a
fucking cold walk from my house to here!”

     Ian blinked in surprised.  She only lived a few blocks
down, but walking all that way naked was just crazy.  Of
course, his cock was tenting out his shorts something awful,
so her plan was a success.

     Her hands slipped into the waistband and yanked his
pants and boxers down before he could move.  Bending her
body over the arm of the sofa, she presented him with her
rear and turned to him, “Come on, daddy, warm me up!”

     Ian grinned.  Claire was always no fuss, no fluff, all
fuck.  He still hadn’t bought condoms, and had no plans of
getting any – her tight young ass was exactly what he
wanted, on the few occasions he didn’t fuck her rear two or
three times in one night, he settled for her mouth, instead.
Claire wasn’t a cheap habit, but not only was she the best
fuck of his life, she was the best thing he had ever done in
his life.  He felt better now then he had ever felt before,
and even his performance at work was improving.  Everything
was perfect, all thanks to her tight little rear.

     “Ah, that’s it,” she purred as he fed his dick right
into her hole.  “Mmmm!  Nothing warms me up like you cock,
daddy.”

     She had started calling him that their second night,
and it just stuck.  It made it feel even naughtier for Ian
to be called that, and somehow, he thought she liked it,
too.  Sometime they would talk as they laid together in bed
between fucks – she would talk about fucking all the boys at
the nearby high school.  Seems her prices were low to
collect from them.  She skipped school all the time to hang
out in special hidden-away locations in to whore herself out
during the day to those students who knew how to find her.

     She made quite a lot of money that way, it turned out,
and she loved every minute of it, too.  She told him how she
had fucked a couple guys under the bleachers in the gym
during a gym class.  And when the gym teacher had caught her
under there afterwards, the guys long since gone, she
seduced him to get out of trouble.  He was a recurring
client, now.

     The stories always turned him on, and it seemed
reminiscing turned her on, too.  They fucked like wild
animals after she told a few stories to him.

     Ian fucked her, as he always did, fast and hard, and
Claire fucked back with equal fervor.  Never slow, never
calm, their passion was wild and untamable.  But tonight,
Ian was trying a new trick.  Claire had told his several
times that he was to use her anyway he liked.  The thrill of
the fuck had been enough for those first few sessions, but
now, he was going to turn it up.

     She screamed and came over and over – nothing made her
cum like taking up her ass, she said, and no one made her
cum as much as Ian – if she could be believed.  Ian
suspected she told all her clients that.  “Fuck me, Daddy!”
she cried.  “Fuck my little ass.  Fuck your sweet girl’s
tight little ass!”

     Ian did so, going faster and faster, just how they
liked it.  And then, right before he reached the point of no
return, he stopped dead.  Claire purred, “Done already,
Daddy?”

     “Not quite,” Ian muttered.

     Claire, having been slouched over the armrest, snapped
up a bit at the waist, shocked.  “What . . ?  Are you . .
.?”

     “Pissing up your ass, you little slut,” Ian moaned.  He
had been holding it all evening, just waiting for the moment
to empty his bladder inside her.

     “Oh god!  Oh god!” her body shuddered and quaked in his
grip, jerking like she did when she came.  “Yes!  Oh my god!
Fill my ass up!  Oh, you’re pissing in my ass!  I can’t
believe you are pissing in my ass!”

     And then he started fucking her again.  His stream
petered off as he began thrusting in and out, small sprays
of his urine shooting out from the not-so-perfect seal of
her asshole clinging to his cock, but Ian didn’t care.  He
could feel his warm liquid sloshing around deep inside her,
splashing his cock with heat.

     Claire was shouting more then usual as she pounded her
body back against Ian’s.  “I can feel it, Daddy.  I can feel
your piss inside me.  I can feel it!”  She erupted again
into another climax.

     Ian once more pounded away until he just about to cum,
and then stopped and waited, letting his body relax until
his piss-stream flowed once more.  He let it all out this
time, pushing as hard as he could, sending his urine
shooting deep and hard inside Claire’s body.  She clung to
the armrest of the sofa, her nickels white from the force of
her hold as she moaned with pure delight.

     When his bladder was empty, Ian started to fuck her
again, harder, making her buck against the sofa arm as he
pounded her little body with all this might.  She squealed,
shouted, no longer able to speak as he rammed his rod into
her time and again.  When he finally came, he slammed his
dick home and unleashed his load into her piss-filled
rectum.

     Ian held himself for a moment, letting his breath come
back to him.  Claire never spoke, just hung there, limp and
moaning softly to herself.  “I’m pulling my cock out, and
you better hold that in you.  Last thing I need is a whore
getting piss all over my floors.”  The thought hit him, and
he added quickly, “Anything does come out, and you are
sucking it up.”

     “Yes, Daddy,” Claire replied, her voice a bit shaky.

     Ian pulled back, gently easing his dick from her tight
asshole.  A small spray issued from her hole as the head of
his cock emerged from her hot confines, and then, he saw her
anus quickly tighten up, closing down to a small puckered
ring again, but the center was opened just a bit, and he
watched her sphincter twitch and spasm as she tried to seal
up tight.

     “Can I go to the bathroom, Daddy?  I can’t hold this
for very long – you filled up my ass so much!”

     “Yes, you go to the bathroom,” he said, pleased that
she had asked him first.

     Claire pushed her body up to her feet, and then,
scurrying, rushed up the stairs, one hand hovering
underneath her rear as if that could help her keep the seal.
Ian followed her up, watching as small drops eased from her
crack and ran down her leg.  Despite her best efforts, she
wasn’t really able to hold after the fucking her gave her.
Ian wondered how hard she must be clenching up her butt to
hold it in that well.

     Claire rushed into the bathroom and sat down on the
toilet.  Ian was at her side in an instant and with a hand
on the back of her head, directed her mouth towards his
cock.  There was a bit of hesitation, a bit of pulling back,
but within the blink of an eye, Claire yielded and allowed
Ian to push her face onto his cock.
     
     “Suck it, clean, slut.  Taste your ass on my cock.
Does my piss taste good?”
     
     Claire, unable to speak, Mmmm her answer.  And, even as
she sucked on Ian’s dick, bitter with the flavor of ass and
piss, she released her hold on the fluid inside, and began
to release it into the bowl.  Ian kept his hand on her head,
keeping her bobbing up and down on his shaft.
     
     Claire was an observant whore, Ian had discovered.  She
was very good at figuring out what her clients wanted and
delivering.  He was sure she was keeping a tight grip on her
ass, making sure not to loose his precious fluid too quickly
because he enjoyed that she was emptying her enema while
sucking him off.
     
     Her flow did, however, trickle down to naught, and when
it was over, Ian released her head, and Claire pulled back.
Looking up at him from her seat on the toilet, on hand
idling playing with his once again hard cock, she spoke,
“God, Daddy, I’m so fucking hot right now.  I really want to
take Daddy’s cock up my ass again.”
     
     “I bet you do,” he replied.  “Stand up and turn
around.”
     
     Doing as he said, Claire stood and turned to face the
toilet.  Guiding her with a hand on her back, she leaned
over, her hands against the wall, and spread her legs wide.
He stepped up behind her and slip is cock back into her ass
once again.  A little more loose and a much more wet this
time, he entered with ease, but her small puckered hole
still gripped his cock tight.
     
     Looking down into the toilet, Ian could see the water
colored golden brown, but it was very light.  He was
surprised that there wasn’t more shit in the mix, but he
also had never gotten his cock very dirty from fucker her
ass, either.  He guessed she kept herself very clean back
there for her customers.
     
     “Now, slut, you fuck me.  Drain my cock into your ass,
and if you can get yourself off in the process, then by all
means.”
     
     Ian grinned as he listened to her throaty moan of lust.
He stood as still as he could, holding his body rigid and
tight against hers, and she began to ease her body forward
and thrust herself back.  It took her a bit of time to get
positioned correctly in order to actually work up a decent
speed, but once she did so, she fucked against Ian so hard
he had to hold onto the vanity and a towel bar to keep
himself upright.  She went wild against him, bucking her ass
back into his thighs like a crazed bull trying to dislodge a
rider.  Her breath heaved in thick pants and sighs, over and
over, trembling with pleasure and excitement as her ass slid
up and down Ian’s cock.
     
     It was an incredible feeling for him, to be fucked with
such wild abandon.  No other lover had ever had so much
passion and energy or shear need to fuck; none had ever
compared to Claire.  And she didn’t stop, either, until Ian
grabbed her ass to hold it still and, groaning, dumped
another load of his cum into her ass.
     
     After a few jerking spasm from his cock, Claire slid
her ass up and off of him.  She whirled and sat on the
toilet once more, taking his cock in her mouth to clean it
once more.  She grunted as she sat, and a few small farts
escaped her ass along with a couple sounds of cum dropped
into the basin.
     
     Ian watched, enthralled, as she leaned over to one
side, slid a finger up through her ass crack, and then,
disengaging from his cock, sucked her finger clean.  She did
it a few more times, and he wondered at the taste of it, if
she could taste the remnants of his cum and urine in the
flavors on her finger tip.  She took his cock back in her
mouth, letting it go soft between her lips and sucking down
the last droplets of cum that eased out during the process.
     
     “That was fun, Daddy,” she said at last, when his cock
was completely limp.
     
     “Liked that, did you?’
     
     She nodded enthusiastically, like a little girl when
asked if she wants a lollipop.  “It was great!”
     
     “Good.  Do you think you could come back next Tuesday?”
     
     Claire’s brow wrinkled, a bit of confusion in her eyes.
“Thursday no good for you next week?”
     
     “No, Thursday’s fine.  I just want you on Tuesday,
too.”
     
     She grinned.  “Sure, no problem!”
     
     “Excellent.  Now, little girl, you have a little bit of
a mess on my floor you need to lick up.”
     
     Her eyes went wide – surprise and excitement mingling
in equal parts, it seemed to Ian.  He guessed she thought
she had managed to keep his hardwood floors clean, and yet
she seemed delighted that she had not.
     
     “Yes, Daddy,” she said, jumping up and rushing
downstairs.
     
               *         *         *         *
     
     
     It was the second Tuesday she had come around, and it
wasn’t going to be the last.  She was now his two nights a
week, but Ian could tell it wasn’t enough.  He was obsessed
with Claire.  He had a hunger for her that he could not
appease, and he was, at last, beginning to understand it.
He could possess her body, for a time, if he paid.  That was
not enough for him – he wanted all of her.  And in him that
created a sort of desperate madness, and he knew how to
direct it.
     
     She showed up on time and as eager as always, which was
one of the things that drove him while.  She wore a coat,
this time, but when he opened the door, she was standing
there with it help wide like a flasher, revealing the tight
black corset, thigh-high stockings held up by her garter
belt.  She wore a string thong, tied on the side for easy
removal; she seemed much taller due to the four inch heels
she was wearing.  Her feet clicked against the hardwood
floors as she entered.  Her coat dropped before Ian could
even close the door.
     
     “You like, Daddy?” she asked, striking a sexy pose.
     
     “Very appropriate for a slut like you.”
     
     “Thank you.”
     
     He didn’t reply – he reached out a grabbed a fitsful of
her hair and pulled her close to him.  “Time to fuck,
whore.”
     
     She quivered in his grip, her eyes wide.  She had never
seen this side of him – and for that matter, neither had he
– but so far, they both seemed to like it.  He started up
the stairs, his prize in tow, tripping and tumbling behind
him, trying to keep up with him in her heels.  He dragged
her into the bedroom and threw her – actually threw her! –
on to the bed.  Before she was even done bouncing, he fists
gripped her small thong and broke the straps, tearing it
from her body.
     
     With one hand pressed against her back, he held her
down on the bed with his weight.  He spit on her ass, as he
had done so many times in the past, and used his cock smear
the small bit of lube around her asshole.  He took little
time and made little effort making sure she was lubed and
prepared before shoving his cock right in.
     
     She gasped as he rammed his cock home.  “You like
that?” he asked, sneering as he forced his member deeper and
deeper inside her ass.  He felt some resistance from inside,
felt his cock hitting something hard, and Claire grunted as
he rammed into it, driving her forward on the mattress.
“What’s this?  God, you’re full of shit!  You dirty cunt!”
     
     Her small hands grasped the sheets in a death grip as
he forced himself on her.  “A present for you, Daddy,” she
moaned.  “I thought you would like it!”
     
     “You are one sick, fucking bitch, you know that?”  Ian
pulled back and rammed home again, once more driving her
small body hard against the mattress, but also breaking into
the solid mass of shit inside of her.  “Yeah, let me pound
that shit right back into you.”
     
     He pulled out, and seeing the tip of his cock coated
with a mess of brown with small chunks of crap, he smeared
his dick up and down her ass crack, painting her asshole
with shit.  The smell of it started to fill the room, and it
fueled his lust.  Once the valley between her ass was truly
a mess, Ian shoved his dick back inside and drove himself
in, fully.  Her shit had shifted inside, and this time, he
met with less resistance and his rod sunk deep into the
mess.  He started fucking in earnest, ever pump in and out
of her shit-filled rectum creating more and more of a mess
all over her rear.
     
     He pulled out and grabbed a her hair once again.  He
took a step away from the bed, peeling her up with him as he
moved away.  He pulled her off the mattress, and shoved her
down to the floor.  Claire fell hard and whimpered there
where she fell, staring up at him with terror-filled eyes.
     
     “Get on your knees, cunt!” he ordered her, and she
jumped up as quickly as she could.  He waved his shit-
stained cock in her face, and as the potent smell hit her
nostrils, her nose wrinkled and she drew back.  “Suck it
clean.”
     
     Her eyes flew up and she peered up into his face.  Her
lip trembled.
     
     “It’s your shit, you fucking whore.  Your shit all over
my cock.  A cock you should cherish and worship, and you got
your shit all over it!  Now you had better suck it clean!”
     
     She looked down at his cock, and she opened her mouth,
but Claire made no move forward, not for a few breathes.
And then, slowly, very slowly, her mouth inched towards it.
Ian’s hand grabbed the back on her head, but he didn’t add
any pressure.  However, he kept her from pulling back.  And
then, her lips wrapped around head of his dick and she
flicked her tongue across the tainted flesh.  She tried to
pull back again, but she couldn’t.  After a few moments, her
tongue returned to lapping across his flesh, and she lips
slid further and further down along his shaft.
     
     It took a few minutes before she took it all and began
to suck him in earnest, but Ian never forced her mouth down
on him, but he did prevent any attempt to pull back.  She
was working her mouth like a pro, working up a heavy dose of
saliva to dissolve the foulness engulfing his dick.  Her
tongue lashed up and down, licking away the bitter taste
with each pass.  She was moaning soon, and he held her face
tight against his thighs, even when she gagged, not letting
her pull back.
     
     He watched from above, watched her face, eyes closed,
as she relished every moment of sucking his shit-coated
cock, adored every second on him forcing himself on her,
using her as he wanted to.  Even now her hands played with
her tits and caressed her body, often darting down to her
pussy, which was no doubt flooded with her juices, before
flying back up, unwilling to linger overlong without
permission to do so.
     
     “You like it, don’t you?  You like sucking my cock
coated with your own shit.  You would just love to have me
shit all over you, smear your body in filth just like a
whore like you deserves.  Shit right in your mouth and use
you for my toilet.”
     
     She moaned in delight and agreement.  She wanted to be
used, wanted to be his play thing.  She was a slut for it,
and he had her pegged.
     
     The smell of shit was heavy in the room, heavier then
it should have been just from him fucking her ass, and
looking down, he could see why.  Claire was resting her rear
on her feet as she knelt on the floor, sucking his cock.
She didn’t even seem aware of what she was doing, her
attention so focused on tasting his cock and sucking it
clean.
     
     He pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed her body to
the floor.  “You dumb fucking slut!  You’re shitting on my
floor!”
     
     She looked horrified as the realization hit her.  She
clenched her asshole shut, cutting off the turd slowly
birthing from her hole.  It had reached a couple inches
long, sitting in a small crescent on the floor.  She looked
completely ashamed of herself, and as she looked up at him,
her eyes pleading, she tried to apologize.
     
     “I’m sorry, Daddy!  I didn’t mean to!  You just fucked
my ass so hard, and I’ve had to go all day!  I’ve been
saving it for you!  I couldn’t hold it anymore!  I didn’t
even know I was doing it!  It just felt so nice as soon as
it came out, I wasn’t really sure what was happening, but it
felt so good – “
     
     “Shut your fucking mouth!  Pick that shit up off my
floor right now.”
     
     Claire scrambled over to the mess and scooped it up in
one hand.  It was soft, but firm enough for her to handle.
Ian grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down towards
the smear left on his floor.  “Lick it clean, slut!”
     
     Claire’s tongue was hesitant, slowly sliding out
towards the floor, but never getting far enough to come in
contact with the mess before snapping back between her lips.
On her third attempt, Ian pushed her face down to the floor,
forcing her tongue onto the linger shit.  She lapped it up,
then, collecting some dust and rogue hairs with it, but she
licked the spot clean and swallowed it all down.
     
     “Good, now come with me.  Need to keep a dirty cunt
like you in the bathroom where the toilet belongs.”
     
     She followed him to the bathroom, and knelt down in the
bathtub as he indicated with a point.
     
     “Let me see you shit,” Ian commanded, and Claire held
it out for him.  “Sniff it.”
     
     Trembling, she leaned in a took a long, deep inhale of
her turd.  When he didn’t say otherwise, she did it again
and again, moving the foul thing underneath her nostrils as
she did so, to smell along it’s entire length.
     
     Quite suddenly, Ian grabbed her wrist and snacked her
full hand up into her face, splattering the shit all across
her like a cream pie in a Three Stooges show.  She was a
sloppy mess of chunky brown foulness.  Still holding her
hand hostage, Ian proceeded to use her own palm to smear the
mess around, covered her cheeks and forehead and even
spreading it into her hair.
     
     “You need to shit more?”
     
     “Y- yes.”
     
     “Then shit in you other hand.  All of it.  Let it all
out.”
     
     Claire, sniffing as though ready to break into tears,
reached around behind her ass with her clean hand.  She
grunted and strained for a moment, and then the sound of
shit escaping filled the otherwise silent room.  She held
the mass out, a small coil of soft tan shit, out for
inspection.
     
     “Smear in on your tits, cover yourself.  Like the dirty
shit-slut you are.”

     Claire shuddered as she slapped the mess onto her tits
and, with both hands, began to spread it all over her neck
and shoulders, the only flesh exposed by her corset, then
she reached down to her hips and thighs covering every inch
of flesh she could reach with the filth, not worrying if she
managed to smear onto her lingerie.  She looked sad,
defeated, but in her eyes, there was a little gleam of sheer
animal lust, it was undeniable.

     “Now cover my cock with it, coat it good.”

     Claire reached up with both hands and smeared her shit
around across his shaft and even covered his sack with the
hot mess.

     “Now suck it clean.”

     She reacted quickly enough after a slight pause.  She
kept her hands far away from his body, making sure not to
accidentally get any of her shit on him other then when she
had been instructed.  She sucked his cock into her mouth,
and once more, sucked him clean.

     Over and over he made her do this, coat his cock, and
then suck the shit off again.  She never complained, never
argued, and though she gagged a few times when her stomach
rebelled against swallowing down the foulness she was
spreading, Claire never once vomited any of it up, and of
that she was proud.

     Ian exploded like never before.  He pulled his cock out
of her mouth when the moment hit and splattered her shit-
covered face with his cum, enjoying the look of the pearly
splatters across the brown-hewed skin.

     He staggered from his climax, his legs feeling a little
limp from it all, and he was breathing hard.  “If you want,
you fuck whore, you may get yourself off with those dirty
fingers of yours.”

     That was all she needed.  Her hand was down on her cunt
in an instant.  She must have been really wet, judging by
the sloshing sound of her hand sliding across her slit,
turning that young, pink cunt brown with her shit.  She was
panting and gasping like never before, her body shaking with
the need for release.

     His dick now limp, Ian’s bladder began to pressure him
for release.  He had been full and ready to burst when she
first showed up, and now, after cumming, he was desperate
for it.  He held his cock, aimed, and let the flow splash
right into her face.

     Claire opened her mouth and let the golden liquid pool
on her tongue.  Ian let his piss flow all over her face, and
once the stream no longer poured between her lips, Claire
swallowed her mouthful down.  Ian washed her in his urine,
drenching her air and slowly working the stream down her
shit-covered body, cleaning some of the mess off as he did
so,and soaking her corset through until his piss flowed
right on to her furiously working hand.  Claire was barely
breathing now, her back arched to raise her hips into his
hot stream.  She was frigging herself like a mad woman.

     “You know what I’m doing, cunt?  I’m marking my
territory.  You are mine, now.  I don’t pay to fuck you –
you belong to me.  You are my slut, my cum rag, my toilet
–you understand me?”

     Ian stopped then, there was no way for her to hear him
above the screaming of her own voice as her body erupted
into a mind-blowing orgasm.  Ian had never seen anyone shake
and scream like she did then.  She stopped touching herself
altogether for a few moments as she panted and gasped, and
then her hand was back, pumping like crazy once again, until
her body exploded a second time, and then a third.   By the
time she was done, Ian was long since done pissing on her,
and was hard again from watching the spectacle.

     She, at last, drained of energy, slumped down in the
tub, gasping for breath.  “Yes, Daddy,” she said at last, “I
understand you.  You own me, completely.”

     “When you make men cum, it’s my property you are using
– that money belongs to me.”

     “Yes, Daddy.  Every cent.”

     “Good.  You are to come here every night and give me
what is mine.  And I expect at least hundred bucks a night,
you cunt, or you will get severely punished for holding out
on me.”

     She gasped in surprise.  Ian had always figured she
didn’t make much, usually, except for him.  When she spoke
of clients, her only regulars were school boys; he had
suspected he was her only regular adult client.  And if she
was going to school during the day, she barely had a chance
for much more then a couple blowjobs.

     “Yes, a hundred a night.  I don’t care if you need to
start fucking your principal to cover for not being in
classes.  You do it, or else.”

     She trembled in the bathtub, but nodded, “Yes, Daddy.”

     “Good.  Now, get the fuck out of that tub.”  Ian
grabbed a towel and led her out of the bathroom and back
into his bedroom.  With a tug, he pulled the sheets from the
bed and laid the towel down.  “Lie down, and try not to mess
my mattress, shit pig.”

     Claire was very careful about lying down, not touching
anything with her crap-coated hands.  Her lingerie was still
soaking wet, and her hair was a mess of piss and shit, but
she did as she was bade.

     “Cover my cock again,” he said, and she reached out and
once more painted Ian’s dick brown.  “Good.  Spread your
legs and make sure to get your cunt nice and dirty for me.”

     Claire did as she was told, spreading her shit across
her cunt with one hand, and then doing so with the other,
scraping off as much of the shit left as she could and then
pressing the thick mass against her pussy lips.

     “Oh fuck, yeah.  Claire, I am going to fuck that sloppy
cunt of yours now.”

     She blinked at him.  “You finally got condoms?”

     Ian laughed at her.  “I don’t need condoms to fuck your
cunt, bitch!  I just shove my cock in and fuck!”

     “But . . . I’m not on the pill!”

     “I know that, you dumb slut.”  Without another word, he
aimed his dirty, filth-crusted cock and rammed it inside of
her drooling pussy, shoving the clump of shit deep inside
her.  She squealed again, her lust overwhelming, and began
to pitch hard on her nipples.  “I’m going to fuck this whore
cunt of yours, I’m going to fill it with my cum night after
night.  That swollen, pregnant belly of yours is going to
look might sexy covered in my shit.”

     “Oh god, Daddy!” she screamed as another intense orgasm
wracked her body.

     Ian grinned, delighted by how she had fallen under his
sway, fallen into his power.  He owned her now, possed her
completely, and no matter how many other guys she sucked or
fuck, no matter what anyone else ever did to her, she was
his property, his toy, his slut forever.